Amelia Maugery: I've seen things I never thought could happen happen.
[From trailer]

Eben Ramsey: You've yet to have the full experience... potato-peel pie.
Sidney Stark: The Guernsey literary and potato-peel pie society. Crikey, that's quite a mouthful.
Dawsey Adams: [narrating, in a letter] Our Friday night book club became a refuge to us. A private freedom to feel the world growing darker all around you, but you only need a candle to see new worlds unfold. That is what we found in our society.
Isola Pribby: I'm only beautiful on the inside. You're beautiful on the outside as well, men do like that.

Juliet Ashton: Do you not mind being alone?

Isola Pribby: I suppose, sometimes. But then I think how much sweeter it will be when my Heathcliff finally shows himself and how glad I'll be that I decided to wait for him.
Audience Member #1: Have you always wanted to be a writer?

Juliet Ashton: Always, yes. It's a perfect job. Sitting indoors, and always near a teapot.
Juliet Ashton: Do you suppose it's possible for us to already belong to someone before we've met them?
Juliet Ashton: [Writing] Dear Mr. Adams, I am so pleased your letter found me and that my book found you. Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instincts in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.
Sidney Stark: We have to write about them.

Juliet Ashton: I can't. I promised I wouldn't.

Sidney Stark: I realize that Juliet. But this is your story to tell. As sure as I am sitting here. And you will not be right until you do... Now, Elizabeth for better or worse, couldn't help but follow her heart. You must do the same.

Juliet Ashton: I am afraid. What if I am not a good enough writer?

Sidney Stark: She doubts. She doesn't believe. She craves being taken seriously, but then, she won't do that for herself.